strive to be a grandparent

And here, Han Chen who returned home didn't feel much better. How could Zhang Chengze be able to hug someone back, but he was sulking here?

He is busy with work, and it is not easy for Zhou Tong to act. Apart from picking up Zhou Tong at a fixed point every day, the two can only see each other at night.

He deliberately asked his assistant to pick up Zhou Tong tonight, but he himself went to find Meng Zimo to settle the score.

Unexpectedly, instead of driving him away, he was thrown over by Mencius Mo.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, he didn't see Zhou Tong who was usually sitting on the sofa when he came back, he paused, and went into Zhou Tong's bedroom to see that the little thing was sleeping on his back, looking heartless.

Han Chen was very annoyed at the time, walked over and unceremoniously lifted the quilt covering his belly, since there was heating in the room, he was not afraid that he would freeze to death.

Zhou Tong's stomach is a sensitive part. Even in his sleep, he forgot to cover everything, and he didn't forget to pile the quilt on his stomach. At this moment, there was a sudden lightness, and the cold air that followed immediately woke him up up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Chen pulling his quilt with one hand with a gloomy face.

He rubbed his eyes, pulled the quilt over, and said in a daze, "what are you doing?"

Han Chen narrowed his eyes and said very coldly, "Fuck you."

These two words were pronounced so perfectly that it was impossible for Zhou Tong to hear clearly. He finally woke up, rolled his eyes a few times, and rounded his apricot eyes vigilantly, "You must be sick."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Chen picked up Zhou Tong who was lying on the bed, turned him around on the wall next to him, bent his knees against the wall with one leg and locked him firmly in sight Inside, he said in a still cold voice: "Who is sick, huh?"

The moment the final suffix fell, Zhou Tong's hair stood on end, as if he had encountered a natural enemy who had no chance of resistance, and instinctively wanted to escape, but was confined to a square inch, only trembling, passively accepting the fate arrangement .

The natural enemy didn't intend to let him go, "I'm not timid, if you continue to indulge you, shouldn't it be time for you to go to heaven?" The voice still made Zhou Tong feel that the temperature in the room was freezing point, the natural enemy slowly touched his waist, his eyes Fierce and greedy, it drifted round and round on his face, with a calm expression that made one feel that he would be swallowed in the next second.

Han Chen's dark eyes fell on Zhou Tong's snow-white neck, and he kissed it suddenly with a gentleness that was completely inconsistent with the fierce eyes. The big hand he stroked with one hand moved up and down ambiguously and erotically, barely avoiding certain areas... …

Zhou Tong was startled suddenly, "Han Chen! You speak well? Me, how did I offend you?"

Han Chen's expression darkened, "What did you do two days ago?"

"Nothing, work."

Han Chen's gaze instantly became dangerous, "Let's talk!"

Zhou Tong felt like he was walking on thin ice. He couldn't control this man's nerves. He swallowed. Last night, Han Chen's complexion was not good, so he brought him back. The night before yesterday, Brother Zhang was there, Han Chen came, Fang Yu... …

Seeing that Fang Yu was always avoiding him, he pressed him against the wall...

Fuck, right?

He knew that people outside regarded him as Han Chen's person, and the relationship between the two was unclear, so he didn't bother to explain.

But according to Han Chen's pissing behavior, his two bodyguards should not keep an eye on him and report to their superiors?

Zhou Tong squinted his big eyes, shit, those two are sex-seekers.

Seeing Han Chen like this, he should not be aware of the conversation between him and Fang Yu, so he can play freely.

Zhou Tong shrank his neck and acted very well-behaved in front of Han Chen, "Oh, I remembered, I was hungry that day, so I asked Fang Yu to buy me a midnight snack, but he bought all the food I don't like. I was very angry and asked him to buy it for me again, but he didn't want to, so he finally promised me to pay me double in the future."

Han Chen looked at him.

Zhou Tong blinked his big innocent eyes.

Han Chen didn't know whether he believed it or not, anyway, his face was obviously not as gloomy as before, so Zhou Tong hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Chen snorted and said, "In the future, less contact with dubious people!"

Zhou Tong nodded hastily, "No, no! Get up first!" But he was rolling his eyes wildly in his heart, gay, stingy, jealous!

Han Chen also noticed the change in himself, smiled wryly in his heart, and let go of him.

The moment Han Chen let go and retracted his legs, Zhou Tong quickly slipped out from the side, secretly thinking dangerously.

Han Chen didn't know if he was still a teddy dog ​​in Zhou Tong's eyes, or the kind of cross-racial heavy mouthed teddy.

He was just worried about when this little thing would be enlightened, so what should I say?His time was long... Han Chen suddenly got stuck, because he remembered that he seemed to be thinking all day long about how to get rid of all the idiots surrounding him.

Taking others by himself, Han Chen found helplessly that he should thank Zhou Tong for his stupidity at this time, otherwise, he might have been reduced to the situation of watching his own people find a little girlfriend.

He was stunned by his own brain, and he caught back Zhou Tong who was poking secretly and wanted to sneak away, and asked in a rather exasperating tone, "Do you like women?"

When Zhou Tong heard this at first, he was still a little puzzled. He didn't like what women liked when he was a man. When he realized who he was asking himself, he seemed to think about it seriously, and replied: "Female."

"But I don't discriminate against homosexuals. Same-sex marriage has been legal for 20 years. Don't worry, I don't care." Zhou Tong quickly added, and as he spoke, he patted Han Chen's as if comforting—— Chest, it's really hard to pat the shoulders.

Han Chen was annoyed and amused by his reaction. Sure enough, he shouldn't have asked, and he had to suffer on his own.

He didn't really think there was anything between Fang Yu and Zhou Tong, but he had to teach Zhou Tong a lesson so that he would be less jealous in the future, and let him know that there is no need to be so close to outsiders.

Then he thought again—"How do you know that you like women and have had a girlfriend?" Han Chen asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Tong choked, his eyes flickered, "Yes, yes, I only handed over a few."

"Lie." Han Chen grabbed his wrist and made him face himself, "Say it again."

Zhou Tong struggled and couldn't help being angry, what strength is this man!Belong to cattle.

Vanity was at the root of it, how could he say that he hadn't handed over, so he said very calmly, "How many have been handed in." It was a matter of dignity and courage, and he firmly refused to admit that he had never held the young lady's hand since he was so old.

Han Chen originally had a gloomy face, like the king of Hell who was collecting debts. When he heard Zhou Tong's words, he immediately laughed out loud, and put his lips to his ear, his voice was low and confusing, "No." Very charming.

Where is it still a living king of Hades? It's just a male peacock spreading its tail, making a show of its head, so coquettish.

However, probably because of the different frequencies, Zhou Tong, who was still in embarrassment, didn't notice the message released by the other party at all, and Zigu was immersed in the sorrow of his virginity, and he was sad for a while.

Han Chen didn't know why he couldn't stop the curve of his lips, "Okay, you are, when you are older..."

Even the straight man Zhou Tong couldn't bear this coquettish talk, and his face immediately turned red in response to the occasion.

Han Chen taught someone a lesson, and had enough teasing. Fearing that he would become angry, he finally stopped, and gently pinched his pretty nose, "What did you have for dinner? I haven't eaten yet. Come with me?"

As soon as he heard the food, Zhou Tong patted Han Chen's hand on his nose and face with a "slap", "Don't eat!"

Angry!

Besides, does the young master look like a foodie...

However, he didn't eat much at night. It's already eleven o'clock, so he was a little hungry.

The small appearance of his holding on made Han Chen laugh, and he let out a long breath, "Wait."

After speaking, he turned and went out into the kitchen.

Zhou Tong blushed a little, but he went out and sat on the sofa, waiting. Zhou Tong rubbed his stomach, turned on the TV, and watched the animal world.

But the eyes that looked at the kitchen from time to time betrayed his heart, so curious, what exactly is Han Chen doing, and can he do it?Better than what he made?

snort!

When Han Chenzhen came out with two bowls of delicious rice, Zhou Tong was dumbfounded.

"You know how to cook?"

Han Chen was amused to hear it, and it became a rare thing for him to know how to cook.

"Well, I'm not used to eating abroad, so I learned it slowly. Don't eat too greasy at night, don't you like shrimp, your fresh shrimp porridge."

As he spoke, he pushed a bowl in his hand to Zhou Tong who was sitting at the dining table like a good baby, while he held a bowl of noodles in his own hand.

Zhou Tong glanced at the bowl of noodles, sniffed, three delicacies fried noodles?

It smells much better than his.

He bit the spoon in his hand, "Why do you eat noodles and I drink porridge? Drinking porridge doesn't make you feel full at all!"

Han Chen picked up a pair of chopsticks to stir-fry noodles, and asked in confusion, "Huh? I thought you had already eaten at night, so you can't eat too much now. Didn't you eat at night?"

Zhou Tong's face turned red in an instant, he picked up a spoon, dug a full spoonful and put it in his mouth, it was so-so, far worse than Ruixuan Pavilion's.

So Zhou Tong finished the ordinary bowl of porridge.

Han Chen was still eating noodles slowly.

Zhou Tong glanced at it, and Han Chen happened to have a sliced ​​shrimp in his hands.

Just as Han Chen was about to put it in his mouth, he found a pair of big black eyes staring straight at the sliced ​​shrimp on his chopsticks.

When he moved his chopsticks, his big black eyes followed suit.

Raising eyebrows, he put a chopstick into his mouth.

The fiery gaze also disappeared.

After Zhou Tong wiped his mouth, he was about to get up and leave when a pair of chopsticks were stretched out in front of his eyes, with two slices of shrimp on them.

On the other end of the chopsticks, there is a pair of slender hands. Further forward, there is a handsome face, with a relaxed smile on the corner of the mouth, and tenderness in the eyes, "Don't you like eating shrimp? Open your mouth."

That look, in Zhou Tong's opinion, made his heart skip a beat, and his face turned red, and the man's starry eyes kept shaking in front of his eyes, making him lose his mind.

"What? Are you full and don't want to eat?"

The pair of chopsticks were still firmly handed to his mouth.

Zhou Tong came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "Well, I'm full and I'm going to sleep, you eat slowly!"

After that, he turned and went back to the room.

And the man behind him satisfactorily ate the cold shrimps, staring at the slightly flustered back, as if he was tasting something delicious.